Cloud bedsheets and airline blankets
Flying against time, it is morning and then evening and then morning again in the space of a few hours. To create that artificial evening and imagined bedtime, mothers read stories to babies and toddlers pressed up against their bodies. Both are made of whispy bangs, crescent eyes and straight lashes. Stray hairs fall over their faces as they move into the artificial night and the authentic and real dream land.Cloud sheets thin out over the ocean, thirty eight thousand feet up, covering the plane and every mother, every baby and all of their shared dreams.